tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10924411.post6752311417781148639..comments2023-03-31T02:02:34.051+01:00Comments on Screaming Female Whines: Where's My Camera When I Need It?Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07547656899455318801noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10924411.post-44963162364733455492007-06-11T21:41:00.000+01:002007-06-11T21:41:00.000+01:00She shined your shoes? How funny. At least you g...She shined your shoes? How funny. At least you got a kiss out of the deal.<BR/><BR/>When I was in Scandinavia, I chanced across a rather unlucky groom with his mates at the train station. It was December and the tradition in Denmark is rather fun in the summer, but this poor guy... The mates buy pastries and then sell them to women passing by who in turn smear them on the groom, who is stripped to his underwear. <BR/><BR/>I quite willingly took part in the ritual.Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07547656899455318801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10924411.post-63965360889332142962007-06-11T14:30:00.000+01:002007-06-11T14:30:00.000+01:00Um, I was part of the french version of the "hen p...Um, I was part of the french version of the "hen party". I was sitting on a park bench when a women in tights and a tutu came and asked to shine my shoes. Her friends took our picture then she kissed me on the cheek. It made my day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com